Georgia O'Keeffe
American, 1887-1986
Black Cross, New Mexico, 1929
The Art Institute
The Grapes of Wrath:
"And Tom, looking at the raged peaks across the river and the needles downstream: 'Never seen such tough mountains. This here's a murder country. This here's the bones of the country. Wonder if we'll ever get in a place where folks can live 'thout fighin' hard scrabble an' rocks. I seen pictures of a country flat an' green, an' with little houses like Ma says, white. Ma got her heart set on a white house. Get to thinkin' they ain't no such country. I seen pictures like that.'
Pa said, 'Wait till we get to California. You'll see nice country then.'
'Jesus Christ, Pa! This here is California.'"
(Steinbeck, p. 204)
On the Road:
"'Whooee!' yelled Dean. 'Here we go!' And he hunched over the wheel and gunned her; he was back in his element, everybody could see that. We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move. And we moved!"
(Kerouac, p.134)
Georgia O'Keeffe
American, 1887-1986
Black Cross, New Mexico, 1929
The Art Institute
The Grapes of Wrath:
"And Tom, looking at the raged peaks across the river and the needles downstream: 'Never seen such tough mountains. This here's a murder country. This here's the bones of the country. Wonder if we'll ever get in a place where folks can live 'thout fighin' hard scrabble an' rocks. I seen pictures of a country flat an' green, an' with little houses like Ma says, white. Ma got her heart set on a white house. Get to thinkin' they ain't no such country. I seen pictures like that.'
Pa said, 'Wait till we get to California. You'll see nice country then.'
'Jesus Christ, Pa! This here is California.'"
(Steinbeck, p. 204)
On the Road:
"'Whooee!' yelled Dean. 'Here we go!' And he hunched over the wheel and gunned her; he was back in his element, everybody could see that. We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move. And we moved!"
(Kerouac, p.134)
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